我已经很少读诗歌、散文类的东西了,不像年轻时有心理需求,总想从这类作品寻找人生真谛,如痴如醉,偶尔也写几首小诗朗诵。现在或许人到中年,或许长期从事文史研究,许多诗歌、散文在我看来似心灵鸡汤,香喷喷但轻飘飘,沁入不了心脾。也因此我案头此类书籍越来越少,应该是错过不少好作品。在一次从泉州到北京的途中,我把妙玲布置给我的作业带在路上,要为她的散文集《命运的交集》初稿提意见。读完初稿时,飞机降落北 I have rarely read poetry, prose class of things, unlike the young when there is psychological needs, always want to find the true meaning of life from such work, mesmerizing, and occasionally write a few poem recitation. Perhaps now people to middle age, perhaps long engaged in the study of literature and history, many poems, prose in my opinion the soul chicken soup, fragrant but fluttering, Qin can not enter the heart and spleen. Therefore, my desk less and less of these books, it should be missed a lot of good works. On my way from Quanzhou to Beijing, I put my wonderful assignment to my homework on the road and made my comment on the first draft of her collection of essays, Intersection of Destiny. When the first draft was read, the plane landed to the north